Weno played another game called Knife. You took your shoes and your socks off for this too. You would stand and take a pocket knife, flip it in the air, near each others foot and if you moved, you lost. We were pretty good about making it close enough to scare you but Ty and I were bold and never moved our feet. We learned to trust each other completely from this game. I never had a brother but he was as close as I would ever get to a brother. He had my back and I had his.
When I got my first car at 16, it was a standard Volkswagen Beetle with a stick shift. I could barely drive it but Ty being the avid driver of a tractor since the age of five, [the truth], he rode with me on one of my first times out in my new car. I was proud of my baby blue VW Bug and called her Desiree. We slowed down approaching the railroad tracks and the car stalled. I told Ty, don't worry I can start it again. We heard the train coming. Woo hooooooo! I turned the key and it started and popped the clutch again! Wooo hoooo! We could see the train rounding the been now. Ty was twelve at the time and wasn't allowed to drive legally. He asked a little nervously, "Are you sure?" I said yes, started the car and popped the clutch one more time. He yelled as he got out of the car, "Get out!" and I did the right thing to trust my cousin once again based on history. I ran to the other side of the railroad tracks. He got in the drivers side and started the car up and drove it to safety. The train railed by...."Woohooooo" in the next two seconds! We laughed and laughed and laughed. A nervous laughter that you are relieved at how close you had just come to dying. Whoopy! [another onomatopoeia..] Trust= Time + Experience. If a relationship's history hasn't had the time to develop or to gain the number of experiences to earn trust, then chances are we might be taking risks by giving our trust too easily.
Ty's brother, Chris was nick-named Squirrel. Grandpa gave each of us a nickname of an animal: Chipmunk, Squirrel, Mouse, and the tradition has continued without him: Bullfrog, etc. How he came up with them, Lord only knows. Squirrel would always tell knock-knock jokes. [Knock-Knock is an onomatopoeia.] He has since grown up and married a wonderful women Peggy. Peggy recently drew a picture of Grandpa's house. Grandpa aka "Harley" built this house with his own hands. I remember the insides as he built each wall by hand after working hard during the day. His dream, an A-frame on the top of a hill. The front window where he ate breakfast and drank coffee every morning overlooked the stream where the deer ate breakfast in the fields. The back window opened to the pine trees and had a great view of the sunset. We'd catch fireflies at night on the front porch after we had killed over 100 flies with the old worn out fly swatter.
It was here at Grandma and Grandpa's house we heard many of our first onomatopoeias. Bang, Belch, Chirp, Tweet, Buzz, Boom, Bump, Drip, Eek, Clunk, Flick, Flutter, Giggle, Hiccup, Humm, Grumble, Mumble, Rustle, Roar, Rumble, Slurp, Thud, Thump, and Whisper to name a few. My favorite was Swish when I would make a basketball when we shot at our homemade basketball rims (or peach baskets in this case.) Grandpa's house was a place of many good memories. For me it was the "hoot" of an owl at night with the cool breeze blowing across my face as I slept on the sofa. It was always a "hoot" staying in the house that Harley built.
Footnote: When American Idol voters didn't support PIA this week I let out one big onomatopoeia - BOOO! She was clearly the best singer on the show. The majority of contestants are good this season but in protest I'm not watching the rest of the season. Scotty is a one-trick-pony. Paul dances like a chicken without wings. UGH, TSK!